Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Be Damned

[Proof -
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, at
Club Runyan, where all girls burgundy hair get in free.
in da house! What up baby.
Performin' tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, go!

[Kon Artis -
I ain't set the stroke and I for games,
I came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I
gon' let a money women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, be damned.

Artis]
You gave right. Yes I monage--tois
and I got drawers as big as big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so how you figure
I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a undercover.
I got for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, the bread with Achman.
I'd for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat on playskates.
She my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the ran out of videotape.

I'ma make one thing clear,
no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe he love her.
I'm as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So a mistress.
They signin' a before these bitches hit this.
Never will a take me out that way.
I a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.

What's your name It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a for Mr. Mathers.
Sit girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and you in the sink.
day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see nasty ass.
Put on a Jason while I take off your maxi pads.

These be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em how she fucked you,
you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth she loved you.
All on your dick, your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit you feel like callin' it quits.
she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. you show up at a gig,
she row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
you to the bar, the bathroom,
the lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is a scrapout.
You get up for assault and now you asked out.